Lyrics:
in my soda
She'll bust it open for exposure
She say im too rough and i be f*******g up her closure
She stay on that dusty she be stuffing her lil nose
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost
By his stripes I'm
But I just keep thinking that sh*t gon' keep ending
My head's gon' be f*cked for a while, yeah I know
Guess it's gon' heal over time but that's slow
in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it
that drum N' a bass
Pumpin' the breaks not till I'm runnin' the race
Pumpin' the breaks cuz I cannot f*** wit these fakes
I gotta go out N' get it
Aye
I
the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As long as Fabolous
for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon
that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle
like you play your best song
Don't screw with my emotions like that that that is wrong
Or maybe I'm wrong, maybe not strong?
But in the end we move along
with lyrics
Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics
And they yeah simplistic
They stay out as repetition
Show some recognition
Heard your album my
to replace you by f****** h***
But none of these women got that spark
It's like my organs turning dark
Your dissertation left a mark
Stuck in your pond but
emotions, you're not worthy
But there's nowt wrong with me hating stuff
Everyone says that there is
But there's nothing wrong with me hating stuff
When
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
to see you tonight
Get ready for all sins
Don't Forget
You are changing
I can see that into your eyes
F**king small things
But we like them
Now promise
wanna ride it (yeah)
Body righteous
Always get me so f*cking excited, girl even by the slightest
I like you
I won't lie, these niggas disappointing
Yeah,
in my hand
Days go by, making music all night
All these lonely nights, thinking about my demise
I know that I can't take my life, but I got a twisted
can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check
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You are now listening to the voice of Kesia
Represented by the voice of Mhodre
By the voice of Ash
This is the end of a new beginning
This album has
walking down Squeeze my clip in that bitch
Raised by mafia niggas So it's mafia, nigga
Glocks up when it's woke Ride or die for my niggas
All my niggas got
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
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